Yesterday at work, I decided to listen to some tunes on Pandora. I was a little tired of my Kathy Mattea and Bobby Brown stations, so I picked my Pink station.
So sue me. I enjoy angry rocker chick music.
But I started noticing that Pink has quite the mouth. Apparently listening to a Pink song on the radio is like watching a Judd Apatow movie on TBS.
You know, all nice and censored cleaned up.
Once I started noticing the profanity, I couldn’t help but notice it in the other songs. That Avril Lavigne? She needs to watch her mouth, too!
Anyway, my reaction to these songs – that I’ve listened to many a time – made me laugh, as I remembered a conversation I had many years ago.
I don’t remember exactly what the context was, but my cousins were discussing something in front of me and assumed either I didn’t understand or was not old enough to hear such things.
So I said to them, my cousins and childhood heroes who happened to be 5, 6 and 8 years older than me, “I do ride the bus, you know.”
Because seriously, who didn’t learn something their parents wished they hadn’t on the school bus?
What? That was just my bus?
Well, anyway, my cousins thought that was sooo funny. They laughed and laughed. Or maybe they just laughed and my burning ears heard an echo that wasn’t there. Either way, they thought my bravado was hilarious. And though I don’t remember anything more, I’m pretty sure they waited to finish their conversation until I wasn’t around.
I guess I need to either listen to more uplifting music or remember that I shouldn’t be shocked so easily.
After all, I did ride the bus, you know.
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On another note, Monday night was one more for the books with Annalyn. And by “for the books,” I mean awful, horrible, no good, when is bedtime, I wanna run away from home. As a matter of fact, I gave myself a timeout at one point! But last night was the polar opposite of Monday’s tantrum-filled evening. We spent our precious time together reading, playing, giggling and walking.
Annalyn hadn’t walked in quite a few days, preferring to hold our hands while she walks around or regressing back to her old standby, crawling.
Last night, though, she dug her cat ears from last year’s Halloween costume out of the closet, put them on and got busy walking.
It turns out she was just missing her walking ears.
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I am pretty sure I had never heard a curse word until the first day of 6th grade. On the bus.
Home to all dirty things.
Yep, I rode the bus too. My sheltering mom would have shuddered had she known all the choice things I learned from sixth to eighth grade on that den of iniquity on wheels.
i didn't ride the bus. but i remember the first time i swore in front of my mom. i was about 6 and i used the a-word. and her good friend was there too.
and it's so good to know that my daughter is following in my footsteps. you know, since she asked me if i used the s-word the other day… thank God SHE doesn't ride the bus! :-)
I rode the bus too. Totally know what you mean. Not just your bus after all.
Too funny. Glad she found her walking ears. :)
Dangit! Look at all the stuff I missed NOT riding the bus.
Growing up, it seems I learned everything I needed to know from the "sailor" that lived down the street.
And thank goodness A found her walking ears! That's just precious!
Our school didn't have a bus, but if it HAD, I'm sure I would have learned the REAL words to Billy Jean. I always thought they were: "Billy Jean has got my glove, uh".
Yes. I'm sure there will be a post about that forthcoming.
So I was homeschooled and rather sheltered, but I did learn a lot at the pool, including the real "F" word from some guys jumping off the high dive. It was rather anticlimatic because I'd been looking forward to learning what F stood for.
Aww, "walking ears", so precious! My husband and I were just reminiscing about the evening our son started walking. He looked like Frankenstein with his hands out in front and stiff-legged, wide-eyed and a huge smile on his face. Time flies. :(
I rode the school bus only for 4th grade. It must have been either uneventful or traumatic since I don't remember a thing about it.
That's really funny…I have never heard that expression before, but I really like it!!!
seriously? Twins. I call it angry-girl rock.
I love everything about this post.
especially, the walking ears :-)
my daughter doesn't ride the bus, but her frequent argument when i tell her she can't watch a certain movie or tv show is "i go to public school, you know!"
oh, well, in that case, help yourself to all the sex, violence, and profanity that you want.
I like that all Annalyn needed to walk were her cat ears. :D
cute post :-D. I rode the bus, but no one cursed on mine…or I don't remember them doing it anyway…
Oh, yes. The bus. What memories I have……